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Part I Moscow does not believe in tears

The third day of the expectation I could no longer stand
Customized to the help: "young lady, I say when
Will fly in your schedule
This flight is mysterious "Moscow-Karaganda"

And she: "Citizen-Barette nerves,
Not the last you have us, you are not the first
And with the shortcomings, we are resolutely fighting
But your flight, apparently, will declare additionally "

Here I seemed to be angry, I go to her from the rear,
Well, the weather, I think, breathe me, goat.
"You see this suitcase, in it twenty tons of trotyl,
It's enough for your eyes for your eyes. "

Everyone was shaken against the wall, tilting urn.
Noise, Gallege and vanity, running on duty.
And first confused the thin worm of doubt,
But I brazen all praised the amount of destruction.

I see believe, here are those on, oh you are bikes-beech,
"Hey, Comrade Starin, remove your hands."
And not that in vain, we will take off inadvertently,
Here is such, in kind, I'm a terrorist desperate.
I am in Europe, they say, I want to gentlemen and ladies
And for loyalty, knocking a yellow suitcase

And in the suitcase: a mug with a fork, crocodile last year,
Yes, the pool bottle, and the dried sandwich.
Yes margarine paste, yes knock with redish,
Yes halfway mandarin that brother pulled out the list to me

Okay, in general, agreed - the liner,
The landing was performed with respect to extreme.
Clean comfort comfort, everything is easy and fast.
Everybody would only be such a service to terrorists

There is a pilot and promotes: "Well, where are we flying?
Airports invited Amsterdam, New York and Rome "
"Hey, comrade dear", I say, "the comedy ended,
"Turn home, Russian, my own me, Fedya I"

"Maybe you are slightly with greetings," the pilot answers me,
"But at all, at the same time, I will not give the flight."
"I," says, "I can understand your noble gesture,
But no need to shift the international flight

On the opponent go-shame before all the union,
Once you called Gruzaym, so France, brother, in the body "
This is how much, my God, risk and romance,
And as a result, not home, but towards the Atlantic.

Part II in the womb of Paris

We land in Paris, there is already aware of Gada,
Surround, hands pick red brigades.
"You, we see a guy-bog, you will be assistant to us,
Tomorrow I do arson and take hostages "

I first, I was very indignant.
They say not robble, not warming, and then broke.
Because neither a penny nor passports with registration
But only halfway Mandarin that brother pulled out the list

And when the leader of their brave explained the capture plan,
Suggested in this case to notify my suitcase.
And then they decided to see what's inside.
Gently cover was opened - Dynamites were not found.
And found there

And in the suitcase: a mug with a fork, crocodile last year,
Yes, the pool bottle, and the dried sandwich.
Yes margarine paste, yes knock with redish,
Yes halfway mandarin that brother pulled out the list to me

Simplicity my holy, I figured them well,
Looking the leader, lured last year's "crocodile".
Choir finished the bottle and drove into a grocery.
And then dustproofed, pouring the table wine.

And then the debate went, and then to the toast
For Yasser Arafat, for the Camp-Davida question,
I sit, nor into the tooth leg, just: I'm not on the spot I,
The word gave: I'll be back home - I say "Izvestia"

Come on, says drink Fedya native
For friendship in our craft,
For terrorism is international and for Soviet, among other things

I said to them, gangster
I will not go to friendship with you
Since I am only more expensive
My plane in Karaganda.

Promise me zloty mountains
And rivers full wines
But I believe, I believe that soon
I will be back in you my country

Part III We Learn Fly Airplanes

Throwing terrorists drunk, I headed to Orly.
There, my focus with a suitcase could not remember.
I was delivered to the capital, we celebrate as a hero,
Well also b, from abroad, the plane drove home

Deal